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WHY


As I look up to you all I see is dissaproval,

and I ask myself why.

I try to make you laugh or even acknowledge me 

and you don't even notice or care,

and I ask myself why.

As I get older I start to rebel to get some kind of reacton from you, 

you don't seem to care,

and I ask myself why.

You call me worthless and say that I will never get anywhere in life,

and I ask myself why.

Why is always the question.

Why do you not see that I just want your approval?

Why can't you just give me some attention?

Why do you resent me so much?

Why can't you just love me?

WHY?

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